OK, the Ryerson Auditorium honors any performance held within its neoclassical trappings, but the chamber threatened to drown the play, Love Letters, as performed by Gary Mitchell and Mary Beth Quillan. The lighting kept me alert and presented an obstacle to my falling into a dream of suspended belief. A smaller chamber could have produced a more intimate experience, as only forty visitors found their way into the well publicized, free event. However, as the drama progressed, I found the actors had me drawn entirely into the interplay of two lifetime correspondents. The play clocked in at one and a half hours without intermission, and happily, the actors didn't leave me to woolgather or daydream. The play by Gurney had all the hallmarks of his style, the waspy world of privilege decentering into a more chaotic world, and I believe our actors wrung out the script's nuances and found the indicated tempo. I would like to see it performed in a well appointed drawing room to an audience of twenty. Which thanks to the itinerant, intrepid nature of GEM Theatrics, such a show could be booked for a modest price. It would make for a splendid evening. Since the audience spanned from college students to pensioners, I heard laughter from snickers to belly laughs to titters, signs of great delivery and engaging audience adaptation.